| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909. | | | | Time’s Sea Hath Been Five Years at Its Slow Ebb | | By John Keats (1795–1821) |
| | | TIME’S sea hath been five years at its slow ebb, | |
| Long hours have to and fro let creep the sand, | |
| Since I was tangled in thy beauty’s web, | |
| And snared by the ungloving of thine hand. | |
| And yet I never look on midnight sky, | 5 |
| But I behold thine eyes’ well memoried light; | |
| I cannot look upon the rose’s dye, | |
| But to thy cheek my soul doth take its flight. | |
| I cannot look on any budding flower, | |
| But my fond ear, in fancy at thy lips | 10 |
| And harkening for a love-sound, doth devour | |
| Its sweets in the wrong sense:—Thou dost eclipse | |
| Every delight with sweet remembering, | |
| And grief unto my darling joys dost bring. | | | | |
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